After a few minutes I started to wash her back with the soap. I put the bar into the dish and formed long flexible fingers. I entered her mind and fou...d how much I could push, hard enough to clean but not light enough to tickle. The girl luxuriated in my touch. I felt like dad did last night when he thought he was satisfying his woman. The hand travelled around to the sides and eventually the front. I played with her little nipples getting her to squirm and this stimulated her little pussy.. “Mm, could you help me out of my armour and fetch some hot water? I am feeling quite in the need for its relief.” She asked, a soft smile on her face.Conrad nodded and, since he was holding it, started with her gauntlet, unbuckling the straps that held it in place and gently peeled it off her hand.As it came free it revealed her hand, sticky with half-dried blood and he winced visible, “E-er… I’ll go get that hot water.”Elyn smiled, nodding gently, prompting him to stand and, a little. Instead, he gathered Sandy up, put her back in the taxi with him, and took her back to the hotel. ‘Richard, I’m getting mud all over your beautiful suit,’ sniffed Sandy, who was trying to buck up and stop crying. ‘I don’t give a damn,’ said Richard, angrily. ‘I want to kill that fucking truck driver.’ He was so mad, his anger was burning inside him, he was mad at the truck driver, and even angrier at himself. He wanted to hold Sandy tight and protect her from the bad things that happened in. ’ Keira cringed on the inside, thinking to herself that he couldn’t be more wrong. As they spent some time talking about his work, his house, and his car, Keira realised that she could barely contain her total distain for Henry Rice and his general demeanour. In many ways his lack of humility, coupled with an inability to listen to anything other than the sound of his own voice, mirrored that of Simon Aston. His ego is so big, she thought, it’s amazing that the booth could contain all three of.